[Verse 1] 
A sound like death.
The scent of blood.
The air still reeks,
of what we've done,
but he sleeps,
so peacefully.

[Chorus]
Even the knife sleeps -
quieter than me,
as the storm rolls on -
across the sky,
I lie awake,
and I watch him lie,
but I won't go -
No, I won't go...
to that Red Room tonight.

[Verse 2]
My hands they shake,
and shadows bend,
his breathing soft,
like it could end.
My fingers ache
to trace that line,
across his throat,
to spill what's mine.

[Chorus]
But the knife sleeps -
quieter than me,
as the storm rolls on -
across the sky,
I lie awake,
and I watch him lie,
try not to  go -
No, I won't go...
to that Red Room tonight.

[Bridge]
For once my hands,
refuse the crime.
And the knife sleeps -
quieter than me,
as he dreams,
and I watch him lie,
whispering...
not tonight. not tonight.

[Outro]
No, I won't go...
to that Red Room tonight.
For he's a different kind of monster.